(((Hey all - this looks like it might be close to the end of the saga. WOW! It seems very, very appropriate to be ending this here and now; this series was first posted to MMSA Stories on September 24, 1999, and here I am exactly a year later (September 24, 2000) getting ready to submit this one, and the (possible) final one - "Part 60." Who knows when it will actually show up, but let the record stand that both were submitted on this date.
Before I go, I would like to thank all of you who have been in contact with me over the last 12 months to motivate me to continue on. I especially want to thank two friends who really helped make this series what it became - "Vincent" and "Y. Lee Coyote." Thanks, guys - your support and words of wisdom really inspired this series! You are the best!
Speaking of "Coyote," please check out his continuing series CAMP TAILS in his MMSA Stories archive. As you longtime readers know, there have been a number of crossovers between his series and mine. Well, his has continued to progress, and I have it on good authority that CAMP TAILS PART 11 will have appearances by "Vince" and "Lee" from this series. Set a full year in the future from where this leaves off, it should be a fun little romp to see where those characters are a year from the action here! Please check it out!!
And with that shameless plug out of the way, I guess there ain't nothin' else to say, except stay tuned for the final (maybe) installment...but before then, there is some business of THIS story to tend to...! ENJOY!! ))))
"Should I keep stripping?" Vince asked, once the belt was off.
SPANK!! SPANK!!
"No...not yet." I laughed, as I continued my spanking of Gavin.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
Vince was terrified - he knew that might be him very soon.
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
"OOOOOH!! OOOOH! OOOH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Give it to me," I said, turning to Gavin, once I had the belt in my hand.
SPANK! SPANK!
"This is going to be for Gav..."
SPANK!
"... so..."
SPANK!
"...I..."
SPANK!
"...can..."
SPANK!
"...finish..."
SPANK!
"...this..."
SPANK!!
"...properly!!!"
I placed the belt on his butt - just resting it there. Instantly Gavin's eyes shot out of his sockets, as he squealed in the most annoying high-pitch scream since Brittany Spears lost her cherry.
"Would you hush!" I said to him, reminded of something said to me earlier in the week. "You really are embarrassing yourself, dude."
"P-P-P-PLEEEEEEASE, MAAAAATT!!!" Gavin said, snot dripping all over his face, as he tilted his head around to look at me. "N-N-N-NOT THE BELLLLT!"
"Man," Vince whispered, standing back. "I know this is going to hurt."
"MAAAAATTT! PLEEEEEASE!!" Gavin said again. "I-I-I NEVERRRRR USED THE-THE BELT ON YOUUUUU!!!!"
"Maybe you should have," I said back.
Both of his eyes had water racing down them. "I-I-I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I really am! NOT the b-b-b-b-belt!"
"You are, huh?" I asked, not convinced. "You really are sorry for letting the power go to your head?"
"YEAH! YEAH! P-P-P-P-PLEEEEEASE, MATT!" he begged. "IF YA DON'T USE THE BELT, I-I-I-I-I SWEAR I SWEAR, I - I - I WON'T TELL YOUR D-D-D-DAD! PLEEEEEEASE! PLEASE!"
I looked at Vince. "What do you think, buddy?" I asked.
"Well," he said. "That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On me. What I think about him depends on what's going to happen to me todday?"
"What if I tell you that I am not going to spank you today?"
"Really?"
"That's what I am telling you. So, with that - what do you think?"
"Well, he has been pretty well spanked already," he said. Vince was right - Gavin's bare bottom was already a howling, throbbing red.
"Yeah," I said. "He'll have a hard time sitting down." I should know.
"But he has been mean to you. Meaner than I was, if you ask me," Vince said, deviously. I don't think I totally agreed. Mean is mean. "If anyone, aside from me, deserves to be spanked, it's Gavin."
"That's true too," I added.
"But I don't want you to get into trouble, Matt," he added. "Your Dad will be pretty pissed."
"Well, you got a point there, too," I agreed.
"But Gavin will probably tattle on you anyway, even thought he promised not too - so... so why not finish him off?" he nervously giggled.
"Hmmmm, another fine point," I said, tousling Gavin's blond hair. "Dontcha think so, Gavin?"
"No!"
"Now, that doesn't sound very contrite, lad?"
"I...swear.... Matt!" he said between sobs. "I...won't... say... anything.... pleeeeeease... don't.... use... the... belt...!!!!!!"
"Hmmmmm, interesting," I said running my hand down from Gavin's hair, to his shoulder blades, down the small of his bare back, until they came down to his crack. "Ok, Vince, what's the final, FINAL word?"
"Huh?"
"I've suddenly elected you my moral compass this afternoon. What do you think?"
"Spank him, dude!" Vince said, giving me the "thumbs-up" sign. "Spank him like it's 1899!"
THWACK!
"OOOOOH!"
THWACK! THWACK!
I didn't need to be told twice!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Gav's bottom seemed to scream out all on it's own.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"You know you deserve this, Gavin!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"AAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! OOOOOH!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"All of these months..."
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"PPLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSHHHH!!!"
THWACK!
"...taking..."
THWACK!
"...advantage..."
THWACK!
"...of..."
THWACK!
"...my..."
THWACK!
'...friendship!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"HHHHOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAGAAAHHHAA!!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"This stings doesn't it?
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"OOOOOOH!!! OOOOH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
THWACK!
"Good!"
I put the belt down, and gave him a few more with the hand, just to be on the safe side.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Just in case this was the only day I would ever have spanking my young friend.
SPANK! SPANK!!
I just needed to feel his hot cheeks one more time.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You will never forget this day, Gavin!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You will always remember that from here on out..."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"That you are the little boy, and I am the one who puts YOU in your place."
SPANK! SPANK!!!
"From this day on."
Gavin was left sobbing in my room, as Vincent and I went downstairs for ice cream. I was totally winded, and yet completely exhilarated and almost rejuvenated by the day's experience. If only this had been a month, or two, or five earlier.
"What do you think you're Daddy will do?" Vince asked as we made our way down the stairs, now seeming unfazed about his own fate.
I shrugged. "I guess we'll find out shortly," I said looking at the clock. "He'll be home in about twenty minutes, or so." Whatever was going to happen, it was worth it. I don't believe I had ever felt this relaxed in my entire life.
"So, what are you going as?" I asked Vince over chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream, as we killed some time in the kitchen, before the final act(s) of the day began.
"I got a cool idea from watching THE PRINCESS BRIDE!" he said, becoming very animated.
"What? Are you going to be 'Andre The Giant?'" I laughed.
"No, silly, I'm going to go as THE MASKED AVENGER!"
"Uh-huh," I said, nodding. "The Masked Avenger."
"That's right, The Masked Avenger! I have all of the pieces of the costume from an old 'Zorro' get-up and a parts of a pirate costume Grandpa has in the trunk."
"Why not go as Zorro?" I asked.
"Because I can't find a sword, and this way I can be a sort of MASKED VIGILANTE! Helping the meek! Protecting the innocent."
"Sort of like a Dark Knight then, eh?"
"Huh?"
"Sort of like BATMAN?"
"No, no, no...totally different," he said, getting flustered for just a moment before he realized I was simply teasing.
"No, it sounds cool - I can't wait to see it Sunday."
"What else you have planned?" Vince asked me slyly, after a few minutes of finishing off his ice cream.
"For Halloween?"
"No, for us...for those of us who spanked you this last weekend?" Vince put the bowl aside and looked at the clock again. "Today took some planning, for Gavin that is. I have to believe you haven't forgotten The Game."
"Oh, that little thing," I said, winking.
"Listen, man, I just want you to understand that I know you are upset," he said.
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"How do you know what I'm feeling, Vince?"
"You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain," he said, in all seriousness. "No one can hear..."
"... but you're screaming so loud?" I said back, sighing. "You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd. "
"Hey, how did you know?"
"I have the CD."
"Should have figured," he said, with an 'Aw-Shucks' look on his face. "So, DO you have something planned for us then?"
"Plenty."
"Are you going to share?"
"Some of it I might, some of it I might not," I said. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Were you serious about playing The Game this Saturday?"
"Of course," I said. "It sounds like it could be fun, and in fact I might even want to improve it a bit."
"Improve it?" Vince said, sounding nervous. "How?"
"Not sure. I need to talk with Ike some more about that one."
"Dang it, Matt!" Vince snapped. "This isn't funny! WE are suppose to be friends, not you and my brother!"
"You need to have a little trust my young friend," I said. "I know exactly what I am doing. Finally, that is."
"So you DO have a plan!"
"Maybe. We'll see."
"But what about when he spanked you?!"
"Did I say that I forgot about that?" I asked. "There will be a time and a place for everything, Vince, and you need to trust me that I know when those will be. For example..." I stopped, and smiled, and then walked over to the basement door.
"What?"
I opened the door and yelled into the basement. "Hey! You! Come on up!"
"Huh?" Vince was baffled. Moments later that look of confusion shifted to horror as Ike came up to the kitchen! "What are you doing down there? I thought you had gone home!"
Ike ignored his brother and looked at me. "Took you long enough, man."
"Sorry, I got carried away." I then looked at Vince. "Speaking of carried away, Vince, I think it only appropriate that your brother carry you away to the basement for a little bare bottom meeting of the wood paddle action kind."
"WHAT! NOOOO!" Vince cried out. "NO! NOT IKE! PLEASE MATT!"
"Just like you and Gavin had planned for me this week, very day the rest of this week, you and your brother are going to come up here and he is going to spank you on the bare ass with that very same paint stirrer," I explained, "While I give it to Gavin. Sound fair?"
"What...nooooo!" Vincent began to cry. "This isn't fair! You are the one who spanks me, Matt! If anyone should spank me for what I did, it's you!!!"
"Sorry, Pal, but I am handing that duty over to Ike for helping me out today, and for Saturday," I said, putting our ice cream bowls in the sink. "Ike has promised not to be too rough with you."
"I'll have a gentle touch!" Ike laughed.
"NO! MATT! NOOO!" Vince blubbered. "I WANT YOU TO SPANK ME!"
WOW! How many of us had wanted to hear those works from a cute 10 year old blond?!
"You better not make this worse, Vince," I said to him. "Just do as he says, pretend he's me, and just get through it. DO NOT MAKE THIS WORSE!"
Vince looked at both of us, and knew he was defeated. "How...how many?" he asked his brother.
"Ike and I have already discussed for how long the spankings each day will be," I answered. "You don't need to worry about it. It won't be as bad as what Gavin just got."
"Already know what I'm going to do, bro," Ike said, arms crossed, and looking at Vince like he was a piece of meat.
"I don't understand, Matt," Vin said. "I thought you loved spanking me?"
"Dude, I was spanking you for all the wrong reasons," I said, going up and wrapping him in my arms with a big hug. "We both know that. But things are now going to change...for all of us."
"I can't trust him!" Vince snapped.
"Shhh! I think that Ike will be fair to you. Strict but fair. Let him be a big brother to you; let him punish you for what happened to me yesterday, and on Sunday."
"But what about what HE did to you...?
"It's forgiven."
"Because he ratted me and Gavin out to you?"
"Partly, but also, don't forget, YOU got to punish him on Sunday for what he did to me." I then leaned in and whispered in Vincent's ear, "Trust me...have patience."
"Ok...I love you," he whispered back.
"I love you too.," I whispered, before letting go. "He's all yours, Ike. And, Vince, when he's done, come up here and wait in the kitchen and listen for my Dad."
"You not coming downstairs?"
"No, I need to tend to Gavin upstairs."
"Oh-ok," Vince sniffled, as he followed his brother down the steps, as he closed the door behind him
I gathered up Gav's clothes and went on up; it would be a good two or three minutes before I heard the muffled WHACK and CRIES come from the basement - _d_a_m_n_, I really should have gone down and watched!
Even after all of this time, Gavin was still on my bed crying - he had survived quite a spanking. He had brought Aunt Cara's comforter and put it over his naked body.
"How you feeling?" I asked, sitting next to him. "Never mind, stupid question." My left hand slipped under the cover and touched his butt. He winced from the slightest contact but didn't say anything. He buried his head in the pillow away from me. "I know, you're going to be mad at me." I gulped. "You can be mad at me for however long you want to me. If-if you never want to be my friend, I understand. I do. I-I just wanted you to know that, regardless of what happens, ok?"
He didn't say anything. I continued rubbing his butt for another minute or so.
"Matt," he said. "What about your Dad?" he tilted his head to look at me in the eyes.
"I guess I'll have him come up and inspect you, buddy," I sighed, putting my head on the pillow next to him. "Then he'll have to deal with me, I guess."
"Oh."
"Is that all right?"
"I - I guess," he whispered.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked. "You don't want him to see you naked or something?" I laughed.
He didn't say anything. He just pulled the comforter up around him.
"Dude, he's seen you naked before. You really not upset over that?"
He looked away, the crying resuming in earnest.
"Sweety, it's cool. He's spanked you before. How else is he going to know what I did and deal with it?"
"It's not-not that," he cried.
"Then what? Come on - you need to tell me SOMETHING...he's going to be home soon!"
Gavin turned back around to face me, and leaned up on his side. He then raised the cover up, and to my great surprised (I suppose I shouldn't have been) his engorged 11 year old penis was throbbing red like a police siren.
"Ohhh...MY!"
"I don't want - want him to see my boner," he said.
Without saying the word, I reached over and grabbed myself a fist full of Gavin.
"No!" he shouted, but not pulling away.
"What?" I thought that's what he wanted - Christ! Did I _f_u_c_k_ up again??
"The d-door. Close and lock the door!" he said. "Vincent!"
"And Ike!" I said.
"And Ike?" He was confused.
"Never mind," I said, as I jumped up and locked the door, and returned to Gavin and let my fingers do the walking. To my surprise (pleasant surprise!) he reached down and unzipped me, and also helped with my bulge down below.
"OOoooh! YEAH!"
We didn't (really) say anything else, until about five minutes later when I was busy mopping up the mess we both made.
"This doesn't - doesn't change anything, right?" he asked, tears still unable to stop falling.
I nodded. "Sorry."
"Just making sure." About then, we both heard Dad's car pull up.
I quickly zipped up and went over to the door and asked for Vincent to come upstairs, before I turned to Gavin. "I'll go downstairs and tell him to come up and see you. The - then he'll have to deal with me, and what I did."
Gavin looked at me with the saddest eyes. I could tell he was pent up with all sorts of conflicting emotions. "OK," he whispered.
"Ike gone?" I asked when Vince showed up.
"Uh-huh?"
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh"
"Good. You sore?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good," I said, giving him a hug and kissing his forehead. "Stay with Gav."
"Oh-oh-ok," Vincent said, wiping away his own tears.
I left them and went downstairs. I could hear Dad inside through the kitchen. He called my name out, but I didn't answer. I was trying to figure out in my head how I would explain everything that had happened (well, maybe not ALL). It seems like I have been through this so many times (almost 60!!). How would I explain something like this to my father...?
"Hey, Dad," I said, as I met him in the kitchen.
"Hi, Son," he said. "How was your day? Is Gavin still here?"
"Yeah, and so is Vince," I said softly. "Ah, Dad, can you come upstairs. I want you...I mean, I need you to see something."
"What?" he asked. "Is everything all right?"
"Well, that depends," I said, still searching for the words. "I kind of...well...I..."
"What is it? Did you break something?" he asked.
"Uhhh-uuuhh---no..."
"It can't be that bad. Just spit it out, Matt."
"I finally had it, Dad."
"You finally had what, son?"
"I finally had it with Gavin."
"I don't understand?"
"Daddy - Dad - I..."
"Yes?"
"I spanked Gavin."
"You what?"
"Yeah, I spanked him really good."
"Today?"
"I just finished...he's upstairs, still crying."
"What happened?"
"I found out he was using his power over me irresponsibly," I said, gulping. "I learned he was creating excuses...actually inventing excuses to spank me."
"You sure about this?"
"Yes sir. He admitted to it."
"That's very disturbing, son," Dad said seriously.
"I'm very sorry, Dad. I'm sure I let you down."
He didn't say anything. He walked past me, and I followed up the stairs.
We got to outside of the door.
"Is that all that happened, Matt?" Dad said very coldly.
"I got angry...I got VERY angry at him and...and...and I lost it. I spanked him pretty hard, Dad," I said, as I opened the door. Dad looked in and saw Gavin, naked and (now that his hard on was gone), he was (almost proudly) on top of all my covers. "I spanked him really, really hard."
"Oh my...I can see that," Dad gasped, walking over. Gavin was crying, but part of me was thinking he had turned it back up a few notches because Dad was here - I bet Vin told him to do that. Dad didn't seem to notice that Vincent seemed to be shifting on his feet like a little boy with a red butt under his jeans. "Wow, did you use the belt on him?" Father asked, picking up Vincent's belt.
"Yeah," I said. "And a hairbrush, but mostly my hand." I said. "He cried pretty hard."
Dad stood there silent. He looked around the room. First to me. Then to Gavin. Then to Vincent. Then back to Gavin. Then back to Vincent. Then finally back to me. I had no idea what he was going to do or say, but since he was standing there with that belt in his hand, I had a pretty good idea what it might involve.
"Well," he said, with a smile. "It's about _d_a_m_n_ time," Dad put the belt down. "I was afraid you had started enjoying getting wholloped by that little brat."
"What?" I asked, as both Gavin and Vincent's mouths dropped.
"I can't tell you how frustrated I've been with you, Matt," Dad said, sitting on the bed, as he nonchalantly reached over and cupped Gavin's entire sore backside with one mighty grip.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this should have happened long ago!" he said. "Back in Atlantic City, last summer, you should have shown your friend who the boss was, but you didn't."
I couldn't believe I was hearing any of this (and neither could Gavin!)
"But Mr...Mr... Grey..." my friend whimpered. "We had a d-d-d-d-eal!"
"Save it, Gavin," Dad said with that old twinkle in his eye.
"Dad," I said, trying to make sense of it. "All of this time...?"
"And all this time...Christ, Boy!" he said, slapping Gavin right then and there.
SLAP!
"OOOOUCH!!"
SLAP!
"You hear that?
SLAP!!!
"OOOOOH!!"
SLAP!!
"Yes, sir," I said.
SLAP!!
"The sound of that butt should have been what you were hearing."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!
"OOOH! OOOOH! NOOOOOO!!"
SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!!
"This little bugger had it coming."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!
"HOOOOOOOOOO!!!OOOOHH!!"
SLAP! SLAP!!
"You should have been the one giving him the business!"
SLAP! SLAP!
"But you told him he could..." I began.
SLAP!!!
"Who cares what I said, Matt!?" he snapped.
SLAP!!
"YEOOOOOWWW"
"You felt that, Gavin?"
"Yes sir," he sniffled.
SLAP!!
"Did you enjoy the feel of that Matt, when you finally spanked him?"
SLAP!
"Yes...yes sir. I did. I did a lot."
SLAP!
"Of course you did."
SLAP!
"Are you enjoying this, Gavin?"
SLAP!
"No..no sir," he cried.
SLAP!
"Of course you're not."
SLAP! SLAP!
"Do you see the difference, Matt?"
SLAP! SLAP!!
"Do you know on what side of the lap you should have been on?"
SLAP! SLAP!!
"OOOOH! OOOOOOHHHHH!! OOOOFF!!"
SLAP! SLAP!!
I was so confused!
SLAP! SLAP!
"Matt, you were too big to be getting spanked, especially by a child four years younger than you!"
SLAP!
"That's what I was always saying!" I didn't know if I should be angry or relieved.
SLAP!
"But you didn't do anything about it," he said, looking at Gavin, whose full scale crying had resumed, then back to me. "Until now. And for that, I am proud of you."
SLAP!
"OOOOH!!"
Dad stood up and came over to give me a huge hug. "I am so proud of you, Matt."
"Thank-thank you Dad."
"You are finally acting like a man," he said, blessing my forehead again with a kiss. "I am so very, very proud of you."
The day was Tuesday, October 26, 1999, and even though I was still too young to drive a car, that was the first day in my 15 years that I actually felt like an adult.